"You won't be mad?" he asked.She put her hand on his arm. "You can't control your dreams. If you had gone out and fucked some slut I would be mad, and...you would be in the hospital. But dreams happen no matter what we want. If you are lucky, maybe I'll tell you a couple of mine one day." She smiled at him. I honestly had no idea if she was being sincere or setting a trap.He still seemed uncertain of that himself."Come on, I won't be mad," she pressed. "Who gave you this magnificent dream. I am an uncircumcised gentleman, thanks partly to my father’s surprisingly benevolent decision when I was younger. I don’t think the male body should be mutilated in the name of religion or aesthetics. A few men and women agree. Many disagree. My friendship with a Jewish guy ended for that reason. That’s regrettable. I’ve recently joined forces with an online group of progressive Jewish men and Jewish women who oppose circumcision and wish to break away from this now defunct tradition. Hey,. "No,Marisa, thank you, but it wouldn't be right. That calls for a commitmentwe could never keep, and it would create a bond we couldn't maintain. So--as much as I would like to--I won't do that with you--to you." What? I don't see how...." I was too astonished to speak. Marcus drew mein for one more close embrace. Did he really mean what he had said? If hedid, it might be my last time to be held by him so close. I tried not tothink of it that way, but I couldn't stop myself. He let me go,. I’d gone to Florida with some friends on spring break and drunk too much beer, falling asleep on the beach. The sun had rapidly par-broiled my body, leaving a burn that required but a light touch to be painful. That was what my bottom already felt like.But, she wasn’t touching it lightly. She was punishing it with maybe one swat every couple of seconds, each swat as vigorous as the last, with a promise of another, equally-severe swat to follow.I slowly became aware that she’d stopped paddling..